Senelom
She was the quiet girl who talked to the moon.
He was the storm that didn't believe in love.
She had soft eyes full of unsaid dreams.
He had veiny hands and broken walls no one could touch.
She called him Beastie.
He called her his little moon.
In a world that never understood her silence or his darkness, they found each other - in rooftop confessions, midnight texts, and prayers whispered to the sky.
This is not a fairytale.
This is not perfect love.
This is her story - raw, soft, and real.
Of loneliness, healing, and a boy who chose her when she stopped choosing herself.
🌙 A story for every girl who dreams in secret...
and every boy who never knew how to love, until he met her.